Richard Dawkins caught the last wave surfing
I saw how adroitly he dodged the sharks
who had bones to pick about blindness
and clock springs,
and similarities with the evolution
of alien beings whose
slight genetic difference would
be more than enough cause for
things to go bump (and way worse than bump)
on planets extraterrestrial in the
middle of their perpetual night.

But the sharks were sharp guys, saw
themselves as system enhancers
no idle human generalizes, or intellectual prancers.